The Basketball Diaries Novelas e Histórias

~BELLUS POV~ It's that time of the year again, another year has passed, another memory to keep and it's another year to survive without them. My birthday is just around the corner, and it will become just an ordinary day for me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's Saturday morning and Pawell dragged us to play basketball at the nearby court, but when we reach there it was occupied and we need to wait for our turn to play. We were seated on the bench when Pawell remembers to get his phone to text his cousins.

When Bibi returned, he handed Nate some brochures. “I think I have a solution for you, if you’re serious. Do your senior year with Hillel’s Study in Israel program and play basketball for the Maccabi Tel Aviv team. I hear they play with kosher basketballs. They’re like matzo balls, but don’t taste as good!” Bibi laughed. Nate looked over the brochures. “Bibi, I think they call this Bashert. I think this is exactly what I was looking for.”

After the two-hour game, Daisie followed Zephir out of the basketball court. Daisie turned around and looked at him. “Brother Zephir, do you want to play basketball too?” Zephir smiled. “I’m fine with not playing.” “Wasn’t your illness healed long ago? If you want to play, then just do it.” Daisie placed her hands behind her as if she was giving Zephir a piece of advice. The two seniors, who played in the game, had changed out of their jerseys. They approached them and wrapped their arms around Zephir’s shoulder. “Your brother Zephir is a super scholar, all he does is focus on his studies. Playing basketball doesn’t suit him at all.”

THE BOYS It was seven pm and the sun was beginning to set. Chad Worthy stared up at the basketball hoop, ball in hand. This is where he found himself almost every night; waiting for the guys to play a game of basketball before they had to return to school the next morning. He found himself wondering how many more nights he was going to have to just mess around with the guys before graduation. After all, this was their senior year. His parents were already talking of all these different colleges he should apply to. They made him study like his life depended on it. Sometimes it was hard to keep up with his friends, basketball and studies. He could feel the pressure as the end of high school ap

Chapter 66: Practice Makes Perfect The Gym, Ridgecrest High School, Fallon Creek, Michigan... The dribbling of numerous basketballs filled the high school gym as Casey Peterson and Rick Channon found themselves putting on a show with their seamless play getting the undivided attention of Coach Bert and the other members of the Varsity basketball team. They were shocked that after two weeks of absence on both boys' parts, Casey Peterson had suddenly become quite as proficient in playing basketball as Rick Channon was on the court. Casey had thought nothing of it aside from brooding older teen forcing him to practice about as much as he had been inclined to shove his massive cock into him. Coa

LIAM’S POV Court of Tension Basketball used to be my escape. The one place where everything else faded—the noise, the lies, the guilt. But not today. Today, the gym felt like a war zone. My heart pounded in rhythm with the bouncing ball, sweat slicked across my skin, and every time I glanced across the court, he was there. Nick. Zara’s stepbrother. The guy who hated my guts even before prom night. And now—after everything—I couldn’t blame him.

I started, whispering “I heard that a certain someone that loved playing soccer now has a basketball sketch in his secret diary.” Their eyes blinked at my words, the sentence registering as I continued. “I also noticed this certain someone keeps sketching more and more basketball in his diary! Every single sketch looking more and more like a message to me, like he was trying to tell me something! And so therefore, I listened.”

Lily then realized that it was actually her own imaginations, and that no one was coming up the stairs, but then again, it had helped her find a temporary hiding place for the diary which wasn’t too big, thankfully, and secondly, it had made her realize that she had spent longer time in the bedroom than she was supposed to. Summoning all the courage that Lily could muster, she took a deep breath and went downstairs to meet Don Grander and Emily who hadn’t moved from their position. Walking was slightly uncomfortable for Lily, but she had to act normal, otherwise risk getting caught, and also, she prayed again that they would not keep her waiting long enough for the diary to fall out of her u

We gather around the laptop; the screen was currently displaying pastor Leonard and his wife They were currently on their bed, but both of them were busy on their phones Pastor Leonard was sitting at the edge of the bed with a glass filled with juice in his hand, sipping it almost every second. We had collected pastor Leonard's number from the church group earlier today After editing the video of him fvvking the choir mistress. I sent the video to him, and we sat back down waiting for his reaction "Gawwwwdd," he screamed as the glass cup slipped from his fingers and a shattering sound was heard He just saw the video "You haven't seen anything yet," I said as we all jumped on the bed, happily

“Well, it's gonna sound like I'm giving excuses, but none of the guys on that team know how to play proper basketball. Everyone wants to show off to the scouts and prove they're deserving of those top 4 spots. No harmony. No vision. Just running up and down the court dribbling themselves. I hate to say it… but I miss the college team.” Hmm. If I had a penny for everytime he said that. Unfortunately, neither of us could go back in time a couple months. Not him before he missed the finals of the basketball tournament after being arrested, or me before my life dashed into pieces. We both had to settle for… “I play Max in our next game.” Every. Single. Part of me. The second bus name slipped int